Songtext:
"(Damn! Rapid Firing Squad) Back at your ass again, nigga Klebefolie wetterfest (First Family) World's Famous. (Firing Squad) Look here."
Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)
Its a (cold world) show nuf Its on, its a (cold world)so bitch nigga dress warm Slum ass wanna be hard ass nigga Coldball butter-soft lard ass nigga Plakat Druck *repeat*
Verse One: Billy Danze
Niggaz waitin for my shit to drop Because I show love to the true thugs on the back lot Post up at the biggest crack spots Raised around killers so eventually I popped shots (Make em feel your real) Niggaz stop playin on the real WorkDesk3D Fuck around you get your death wish from Bill(D-yea) This cat sucker got the wrong idea (He came a long damn way) How the hell you think I got here? I learned to survive with illegal guns that know how to hide Homicide ties, baby, yea, I dominates what you tryin to do I wear my hat broke down and play the war when I'm sliding through I gotta crew (Original Hilfiger) Plus triggers and some of Brooklyn's illest niggers (Damn) I'm so deep in the game cranberry I keep in touch with myself so I can feel the real niggaz pain (I've been ya) Quick, I think there's gonna be conflict If I figure ya freakin the flip (Ya punk bitch!) Leavin ya blind, thugs of my kind Will dismantle your mind and shatter your damn spine It's a...
(Time flies) Slugs fly, people die (Damn) Guerilla warfare all across the land If they break the code of silence (leave em all dead) And fools take a fall when I call (code red) More people travellin, like immigrants But on the low with the most dominant (most infinite) Lost in your track so I act innocent But on the low, I can act real motherfucking ignorant Eventagentur Köln Raised by an army of THUGS who done it all from the smartest to the dumbest And I, happen to be the youngest Twenty-two years of being brave as a lion And that's, with or without the iron Fools wanna (STRESS YA), then they wanna (TEST YA) Then you gotta get your steel (Deal with the pressure) I ain't gotta teach a fucking family to bury me You think your bullshit worry me? Basketball Regeln Aiyo, I move quickly, but come across so humble Fools be on point when its time for the rumble W-O-M-A-C-K, (hit ya) With the game plan that will twist ya, (mista)
Chorus
Verse 3 folienbeschriftung düsseldorf Billy Danze: We gonna put this bullshit to a cease Hollering about peace; you in the belly of the fucking beast I figured it out from the start And since I laid my mother to rest I been blessed with these cold heart (If it ain't our beef) Don't touch (If he's against us) Fuck him, (If he ain't with us) Fuck him (We be aight, nigga) That's right, nigga (We tight, nigga) What's more Teelichter basteln (When we don't like niggaz) We'll invite niggaz to war
Lil' Fame: And believe we've got lead to give em Thugs that perform massacres, like nazism This living mechanism, study living to the end Discombobulation, then I'm Gone With the Wind (begin) My men been, through hard times That's what you find when you don't do my family all kind (Make moves) I'ma play the background when its gat time I'ma hit you with the flatline
Chorus
*spoken over Fame yelling:* Yeah, I'm done. You motherfuckers said you wanted to see me, right? See me now, motherfuckers. See me now! I told you right? Bow! Bow! Motherfuckers. I told you cold world motherfucker. Bow, motherfucker! What you gotta say now, motherfucker? You a bad motherfucker? Yeah, Hell yeah. Here I am now. Here I am! Oh, you wanna run? Bow, motherfucker! I'll see you at your funeral motherfucker You better have your black suit on. Yeah (First Fam, nigga, for life) Motherfucker. Aiyo, come on son. *talkin fades*
